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They Fondle My Trigger Then They Blame My Gun [Closed]
Eva's little escapade into the brig didn't cure her of violent tendencies. Possibly it rubbed a little shame into them, but she has no intentions of letting her sharpshooting skills go rusty. She's called up a shooting range in the Sensoriums, and is carefully picking cans off a table target she has set up. The revolver's new, another free weapon from the ship since Dr. Jackson never bothered to return hers, but it's the same make as her old one and feels just as natural in her hand.
Lately her moods seemed to have shifted more wildly, like tides in a storm instead of during a streak of fair days. Her happiness at the Halloween festivities was genuine, but so was her misery when she drank herself into a stupor in her room the other day. Perhaps it's the strain of not having quite enough to do with herself, now that she's effectively unemployed. She should remind herself to follow up with Councilmember Bight on her potential position as an organizer.
She shoots three times and destroys two cans; a third refuses to tumble off the table and onto the ground. She grimaces in displeasure and fires the remaining three bullets at the can, which still stubbornly remains on the table. She loads up the chambers again and fires six more times.
The can taunts her.
And people wonder why she has a temper.
Lately her moods seemed to have shifted more wildly, like tides in a storm instead of during a streak of fair days. Her happiness at the Halloween festivities was genuine, but so was her misery when she drank herself into a stupor in her room the other day. Perhaps it's the strain of not having quite enough to do with herself, now that she's effectively unemployed. She should remind herself to follow up with Councilmember Bight on her potential position as an organizer.
She shoots three times and destroys two cans; a third refuses to tumble off the table and onto the ground. She grimaces in displeasure and fires the remaining three bullets at the can, which still stubbornly remains on the table. She loads up the chambers again and fires six more times.
The can taunts her.
And people wonder why she has a temper.
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And of course, Eva doesn't feel at all like a hypocrite for starting a mental health services when she's been dodging psychiatry for the better part of five years.
"But I know of a girl I live with that I can talk to personally, and I can probably find others through conversation alone. And you, too. You know better than I do what to look for."
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"Good. That's a good start," he says, then says, "There are a few people I know or know of that come to mind as potential candidates. And admittedly most of my experience was more hands off than this, but I still have seen some of the finer details. Don't worry too much about specifics, at any rate; any and all possible help can be explored further, if nothing else."
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She nods. "Good. If you could get me a list of their names, so I know more about who's in the know, that would be excellent. I'll keep you up to date with whom I'm talking to as well."
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Tim nods as well. "Of course. I'll speak to a few of the people I have in mind, see whose skills may be practically applied. I'll compile a list of names once I have some confirmations."
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She nods. "Forward me a list whether they've confirmed or not, so I'm not pestering people twice."
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"Understood. I'll do that as soon as possible then."